We pass through the smooth counter-sun that weights down the spinning end of the innerEarth-tv, and wait as its weight swings towards us. We want the frame to be covered, so that we can look down it again, and perhaps return to the Electric Telescope. We didn't like that place so much at the time, but now we miss it.     When the television turned its gaze on me, for a few moments I could see the world as the deity did, divided into different zones of transmission.